Make no mistake that if a movie about sports like football, baseball, basketball, etc., can be made to be "inspirational," then it can be done with golf too.But that's only part of the intended effect "The Legend of Bagger Vance" has, though it doesn't really fulfill any of its intentions. A surly, young WWI-tainted local is coaxed back into the game during the 1930s Depression, and is spiritually enhanced by an angelic presence, idolized by a little boy --who generically narrates the story in his paced Southern drawl-- and is tempted by the promoter herself. The story hits all the basics not missing or passing up an opportunity to preach what director Robert Redford feels is most pertinent, and while the story is very shady on any of the reasons that be (the real effect of the war, the realistic treatment of the young man's hibernation and drunken stupor, the go-get-um-ness of the female counterpart, the nonchalance of racism, etc.) it's main purpose is in fact not the game, but the consecration of these people and their ways, and somewhat to the sport --though it makes sure to include plenty of slow-mo shots following the ball, and smooth gliding shots that one would imagine was first shot and then placed the ball digitally into the frame. The movie has a classy look, no surprise from Redford, but it is also all very artificial, including the ethereal music that plays during the important golfing sequences. None of the accents are quite there, and although this is a production event, it still contains enough interest, even though it ends up as textbook as it began. With Will Smith, Matt Damon, and yet again, Charlize Theron.Final Verdict: B-.